My own threat.

Unable to feed the hunger, it’s unbearable,
The more It’s repressed, the more It’s unstable,
But what am I feeding, do I ask?
What is hiding, under this mask.

Seven deadly sins, I would happily take,
To fill this inescapable void, before I break,
The control I hold, its wearing thin,
I can feel it rising, under my skin.

One day I will not recognise, my reflection,
It’s like an incurable disease, spreading its infection,
The worst part I fear, I may actually revel,
Letting myself go, and becoming the devil.

The fantasy I’ve lived, is now turning to hell,
Walls are closing in, my minds a cell,
If only to escape, if only to break free,
But how can i run, when the problem is me.


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10 Responses to My own threat.

  1. Isabella Simons says:

    Scary. You are the cause of your own probelms.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nan Mykel says:

    It’s good to get it out on paper. I enjoyed your rhyming! I have trouble doing that at times.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. EDC Writing says:

    We are all our own problem, writing helps us see, no one has our answers, just feel us as they read.


  4. This is a great poem; I love the dramatic tension in every line šŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  5. chris jensen says:

    Wow, great piece of written work!

    hugs & kisses chris

    Liked by 1 person

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